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How could she call me such a thing? Mawkish? Me? Such an insult takes me back to my schoolboy days, reminds me of my grandmother. Hold on while I wipe away this tear, it's just I'm thinking of the day when I came home crying and found my grandmother already there, waiting for me. She had come from the city to visit me a little early. There she was, wonderful woman, sitting on the couch, and she saw me enter like I was, crestfallen-- the weight of the world encumbering my shoulders. "Dear child what happened?" my grandmother asked. I choked back my tears and tried to report to her what happened with coherence: "The girls in home-ec class started laughing.... we were watching a video on manners on how to properly cut spotted dick....my nose makes funny squeaks when I inhale sometimes..and the girls they made fun of me for breathing funny..and I couldn't breath..nurse said I was hyperventilating they made me breath in a bag and now everyone in class thinks i'm a dork cuz they know I can't breath right. "Well then deary, gently caress those bitches." my dear old grandmother said to me
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